The Heart Attack Grill in Las Vegas is proud of its name. It warns customers, “This establishment is bad for your health.” So this story may sound too good to be true: A customer at the restaurant, while eating a 6,000-calorie burger called the Triple Bypass Burger, was stricken with an apparent heart attack. And it was all caught on video

[Heart Attack at Heart Attack Grill]

We shouldn’t make light of this because it’s not funny, but what a bad look. I mean yeah the place serves food that is terrible for you, but that name was just asking for it. You don’t see Night Clubs with names like STD Place. You don’t see Investment Banks called Bankrupt Bank. It’s all fun and games until someone actually does have a heart attack. The burger sounds pretty bad ass though.

Perhaps aware he’s likely reached a stage in his NFL career when he’ll no longer be able to choose his uniform number, Chad Ochocinco is reportedly ready to once again be known as Chad Johnson. According to TMZ.com, Ochocinco is changing back to his birth name in time for his wedding this summer — “because he doesn’t want his wife to have a made-up last name.”

There’s a valuable lesson to be learned here; if you’re going to do something drastic make sure you can back it up. Chad Johnson changed his name then disappeared. The guy’s career is over. I don’t blame him for wanting to change his name back. Why would you want to be a nobody with a made-up last name? Great season Chad.. good thing you didn’t change your name to reflect your production the past few seasons or you’d be Chad Nothing.

Jeremy Lin — a 23-year-old undrafted point guard from Harvard, one of the few Asian-Americans to reach the NBA and a cast-off of two Western Conference teams — has arrived to save the Knicks’ season. And to serve as one of the league’s most powerful marketing vehicles. Lin has played 80 mostly dazzling minutes over New York’s last two games — home victories against New Jersey and Utah.

Amar’e Stoudemire, no. Carmelo Anthony, no. Every other high paid player on the Knicks, no. That’s right, we’re getting hyped over Jeremy Lin. The guy is making Carmelo Anthony look like an overpaid chump. The guy is crushing it right now. I know it’ only two games, but his numbers are ridiculous. I’m not saying Jeremy Lin is going to turn into Kobe overnight, but it’s pretty freakin’ pathetic that the most exciting thing Knicks fans have seen this season is an Asian dude who graduated from Harvard.

Pro Bowl tight end Rob Gronkowski must be taking the Super Bowl loss pretty hard. It wasn’t even midnight when Gronk ripped off his shirt during an LMFAO set and started fist pumping. This occurred during the Patriots post-Super Bowl party at Victory Field where LMFAO, Earth, Wind & Fire, Maroon 5 and Steven Tyler performed.

I will tell you what – if El Pres from Barstool Sports is calling this a bad look – a guy who shines the living sh$t out of Gronk – then you know it’s a bad look. I couldn’t agree with him more by the way. A guy who was a non-factor in the game because of a bum ankle can get up on stage and jam with LMFAO? Yikes. I’m telling you right now, I’ve seen enough of Gronk to know his fairy tale is going to come to a Josh Hamilton-esque end. The guy clearly has the IQ of M.I.A. – I’m telling you right now, this story isn’t going to end well. Right now, he’s beloved in New England. I can promise you it’s not going to end that way…

Busted Coverage was kind enough to put up a photo gallery that shows Erin Andrews shitfaced at a pre-Super Bowl party for Lacoste. I have to say this… Erin Andrews and Brooklyn Decker together are what dreams are made of.. With that said, Erin Andrews is really trying her best to crush my fantasy here.

Take a look at the video [Drunk Erin Andrews]

This is just really depressing for me. I got so hyped when I saw “Erin Andrews drunk with Brooklyn Decker”. Your mind starts going bonkers and something magical starts to happen in your trowsers…. Then you watch the video, and you’re like f$ck dude, Erin Andrews is one of those chicks. As you can tell, I’m grumpy as hell this morning. I can’t say that EA and Brooklyn aren’t still my fantasy though. Cheers mates.

A private email written by Gisele Bundchen asking friends to pray for her hubby –Patriots quarterback Tom Brady — on Super Bowl Sunday has gone public, after being printed on the front page of the New York Post on Thursday. In the email, the Brazilian supermodel writes:

“My sweet friends and family. This sunday will be a really important day in my husband’s life. He and his team worked so hard to get to this point and now they need us more than ever to send them positive energy so they can fulfill their dream of winning this Super Bowl. So I kindly ask all of you to join me on this positive chain and pray for him, so he can feel confident, healthy and strong. Envision him happy and fulfilled experiencing with his team a victory this Sunday”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Get a grip dude. No one is praying for Tom Brady. If the guy lost every single f$cking game he played for the rest of his career there are still 6,999,999,999 people who would trade their life to be him. I love this crap. Is Tom going to cry if he loses? Boo F’ING hoo. Secondly, Gisele.. sweetheart.. Do you think God gives a flying F about the Super Bowl? Wow, you’re unbelievable hot girl, but you look like a horses ass right now.

“Wheel of Fortune” host Pat Sajak has said in a broadcast interview that he and fellow host Vanna White were drunk when they taped some early episodes of the show, but that he is too old for that now. Sajak explained that during the production of those “Wheel of Fortune” shows, he and co-host Vanna White would take two and a half-hour breaks while prizes were loaded onto the set in Burbank, California. So, they would go to a nearby restaurant and have “great margaritas,” he said. He went on to say,

“Vanna and I would go across and have two or three or six (margaritas), and then come and do the last shows and have trouble recognizing the alphabet”

Alright, Pat Sajak is cooler than we thought, but my attention is focused on Vanna White. If I had known she was getting bombed up, looking to lay some pipe every episode of “Wheel of Fortune” this could have seriously altered the history of my sexual development. Damn. I feel sick with lust for Vanna White right now. Sajak definitely smashed. Thank God it’s the weekend. I need a couple days off.

Miguel Cabrera told a Venezuelan newspaper that he’s moving to third base to accommodate the Detroit Tigers‘ newest slugger, first baseman Prince Fielder. MLB.com, citing an unnamed source, reported that the Tigers only agreed to sign the former Milwaukee Brewers first baseman after it talked to Cabrera first and received his approval.

So at first base we’re going to have Prince Fielder who clocks in at 275 lbs. At third base we have Miguel Cabrera who tips the scales at 240 lbs. That’s a joke. Miguel Cabrera is 240 in his bra. That brings us to a total of 515 lbs on the corners. Those are some big boys. The question is; what will those scales say in a couple years? Detroit just got big, real big!

Steven Tyler? Steven Fuggin’ Tyler? What was worse; his actual singing or that scarf? How on God’s green earth does Steven Tyler make sense to sing the National Anthem before the AFC Championship? (Here’s the video in case you missed it) The guy probably doesn’t have the first clue about football. It really begs the question; why do professional sports leagues insist on having these strange celebrities sing the National Anthem?

Don’t get me wrong, there have been some very nice versions by celebrities in our day, but think about a couple of recent major events and the National Anthem. Steven Tyler (AFC Championship) – sucked and looked ridiculous. Patti LaBelle (Winter Classic) – I know she’s a legend, and native to Philadephia, but good heavens that was terrible. I’ll blame the cold because she’s old. Christina Aguilera (Super Bowl) – umm, she didn’t even know the words.

I don’t know man, maybe I’m just being a d-bag, but I don’t need to see Celine Dion singing the National Anthem. Give me some local girl or guy who can sing and treat it like a once-in-a-lifetime experience.